King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

But the little girl was wrong. They weren’t gross; they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.

That was one of the hardest parts of growing up—realizing the people you trusted to have your back were often the ones stabbing it.

Don’t. The tortured sound rang in my ears, and it was in that moment that the truth set in with painful, wrenching clarity. That wasn’t the command of a man who didn’t want me; it was the plea of someone who did.

“There’s one thing you should know about me, Ayana,” he said, his breath grazing my ear. “I. Don’t. Share.”

He’d ended things with Ayana. No engagement. No wedding. No sneaking around behind Jordan’s back. They were both single and free. If I weren’t sitting, I might’ve floated to the ceiling like Mary fucking Poppins.